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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.