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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.