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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.