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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.