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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.