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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.