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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.