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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.