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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.