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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
The Residents,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.