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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.