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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the dance 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.