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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.