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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 sitar 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 Index to the techno 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.