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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Television,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
ABC,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.