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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 oboe 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.