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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Vogues to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.