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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.