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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.