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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Zapp 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.