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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.