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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
10cc,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.