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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 The Sound to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.