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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.