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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Television,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.