Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.