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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Television,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.