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 Uruguay 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.