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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.