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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.