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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.