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 Sweden 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Wings,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.