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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.