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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.