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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.