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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
CMW,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.