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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.