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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.