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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.