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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Magma,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.