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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.