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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the 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.