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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.