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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.