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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.