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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.