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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.