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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.