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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.