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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.