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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Nico,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.