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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Index,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.