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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.