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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.