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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.