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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.