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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.