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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.