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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.