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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.