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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.