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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.