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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Nas,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.