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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Visage,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.