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 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.