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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.