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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.