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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.