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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.