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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.