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 Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.