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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.