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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Monks to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.