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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.