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 Japan 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond 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?
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.