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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.