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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.