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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.