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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.