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 Comoros and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.