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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.