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 Ecuador and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.