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 Uganda 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.