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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.