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 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.