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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.