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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Knickerbockers 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.