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 Bhutan 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Index,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.