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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.