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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.