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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Scion,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.