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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
The Names,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.