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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.