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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Technova,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.