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 Armenia and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.