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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.