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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.