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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
AZ,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.