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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.