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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
ABC,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.