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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.