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 Netherlands 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.