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 Laos 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.