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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.