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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.