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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
the Association,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.