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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
MC5,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.