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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army 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?
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.