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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.