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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.