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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.