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 Columbus.
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 New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.