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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.