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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.