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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.