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 Sudan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.