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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Mars,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.