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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Franke,
PIL,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.