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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.