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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.