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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.