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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.