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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.