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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.