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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Scion,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.