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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.