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 Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.