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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.