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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
CMW,
the Association,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.