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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.