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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.