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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Magma,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.