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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Television,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.