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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Fear,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.