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 Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.