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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Crime,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.