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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
JFA,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.