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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.