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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Hoover,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.