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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.