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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.