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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.