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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.