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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.