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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.