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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Television,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.