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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.