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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.