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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.