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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Pylon,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.