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 Bolivia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.