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 the UAE 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.