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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.