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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Magma,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.