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 India and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.