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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.