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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.