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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.