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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.