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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.