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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Nas,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.