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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.