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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.