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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.