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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.