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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.