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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.