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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.