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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.