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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.