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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.