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 Haiti 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.