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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.