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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.