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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.