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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.