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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
AZ,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.