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 Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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?
Excepter,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Can,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.