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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.