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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.