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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.