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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen 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?
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.