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 Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Human League to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.