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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.