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 India and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.