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 Zimbabwe 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.