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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.