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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.