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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 June Days to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.