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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.