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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.