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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
CMW,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.