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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.