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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.