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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.