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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.