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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.