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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.