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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Franke,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.