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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.