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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.