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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Swans,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.