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 Uzbekistan 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.