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 Philippines 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.