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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.