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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.