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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.