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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.