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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.