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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
the Human League,
The Human League,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.