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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.