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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Qualms to the jazz 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.