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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force 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?
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.