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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.