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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.