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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
X-101,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.