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 Bahamas 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Altered Images to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.