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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lydon to the punk 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.