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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.