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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Index,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.