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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.