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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.