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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.