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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.