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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
AZ,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.