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 India 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.