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 Ireland 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.