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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.