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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.