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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.