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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.