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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Technova,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.