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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Fear,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.