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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.