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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.