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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.