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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Can,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
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.