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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.