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 Denmark 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.