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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.