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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.