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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
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 Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.