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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.