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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
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.