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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.