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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Alton Ellis to the rock 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Faust,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.