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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.