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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.