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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.