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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.