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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Monolake to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.