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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters 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?
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.