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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Model 500,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.