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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.