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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.