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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.