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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.