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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.