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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.