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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.