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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.