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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
The Index,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.