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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.