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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.