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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.