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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.