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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.