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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.