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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.