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 Iran 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.