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 Andorra 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The Seeds to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.