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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Television,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
John Holt,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.