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 Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Wings,
The Victims,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.