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 Accra.
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 New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.