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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.