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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.