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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.