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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.