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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 The Names to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
UT,
Magma,
Gong,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.