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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.