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 Maldives and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.