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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.