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 France and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.