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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.