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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Index to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.