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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.