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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Cameo,
JFA,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.