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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.