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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.