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 Togo 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.