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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
CMW,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
UT,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.