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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.