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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.