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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.