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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Smiths to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.