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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
the Swans,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.