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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.