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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.