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 Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Hot Snakes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.