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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.