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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.