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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.