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 Czech Republic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.