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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.