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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.