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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Magma,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
UT,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.