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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.