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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.