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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.