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 Kiribati 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Franke,
June Days,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.