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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
the Human League,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Technova,
The Litter,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.