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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Arcadia 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.