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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.