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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.