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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.