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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.