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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.