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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.