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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.