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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.