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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.