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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.