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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.