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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.