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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.