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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.