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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
June Days,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.