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 Swaziland 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.