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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.