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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.