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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Wake,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
The Litter,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.