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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.