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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Supertramp 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Nas,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.