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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.