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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.