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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music 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 funk 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Magma,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.