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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.