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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Gong,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.