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 Canada 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.