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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.