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 Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Brick,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.