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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.