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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.