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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.