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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.