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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Coltrane 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.