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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.