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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.