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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.