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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.