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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.