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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Neu!,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.