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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.