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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.