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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Smog,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.