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 Saudi Arabia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Liliput,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.