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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.