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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
The Doors,
Ronan,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.