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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.