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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.