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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.