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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids 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?
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.