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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.