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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.