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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Womack 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.