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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.