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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.