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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.