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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Monks,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.