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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.