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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Iggy Pop 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.