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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.