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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.