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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.