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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Scion,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.