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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Smog,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.