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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.