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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.