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 Sweden 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Television,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.