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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 oboe 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.