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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.