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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.