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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.