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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.