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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Visage,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.