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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.