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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.