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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Franke,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.