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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.