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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.