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 Samoa 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.