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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.