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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.