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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.