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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Liliput,
Slave,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.