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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.