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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.