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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Television,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.