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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.