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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.