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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.