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 Dominican Republic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.