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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.