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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.