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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.