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 Malawi 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
CMW,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.