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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.