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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.