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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.