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 Guinea and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.