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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.