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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.