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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Japan,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.