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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.