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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Can,
The Victims,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.