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 China and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.