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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Moebius,
Television,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.