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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.