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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.