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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.