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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.