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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.