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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Faust,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.