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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 New Order to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.