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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.