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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.