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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.