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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.