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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.