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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.