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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.