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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
the Association,
cv313,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.