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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.