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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.