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 Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Mars to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.