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 Malaysia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.