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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.