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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.