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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.