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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.