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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.