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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.