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 Grenada and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
cv313,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.