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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.