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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.