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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.