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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
John Cale,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.