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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.