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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.