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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.