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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Shoche,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.