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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.