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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.