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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.