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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.