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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.