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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.