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 Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.