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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.