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 Austria 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Crime,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.