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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.