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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.