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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
MDC,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.