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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Q65,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.