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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.