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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.