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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.