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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.