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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.