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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.