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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.