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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.