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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.