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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk 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 dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Index,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.