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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.