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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.