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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.