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 Botswana 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.