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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.