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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.