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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.