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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.