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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Inner City,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.