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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
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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.