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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the dance 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.