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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.