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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.