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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
The Names,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.