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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.