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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.