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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Can,
Scion,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.