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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Neu!,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.