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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Das Ding 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Faust,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.