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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.