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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.