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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.