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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.