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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
MDC,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
The Cure,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.