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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.