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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.