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 Indonesia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.