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 Laos 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.