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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the techno 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano 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 electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
the Association,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.