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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.