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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.