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 China and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Lyres,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.