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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
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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.