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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.