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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.