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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Japan,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.