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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.