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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane 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.